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may 2, 2011 | 5:29pm
at court

byunha's pov.

“yoo byunha, due to your criminal records in the city, you are sentenced to life in prison!”, yelled the annoying ass judge mrs. park. she hated me ever since i got rid of her husband .. he was a stubborn crap anyway. and yes, i am in court starting my sentence for assault, manslaughter, robbery, kidnapping, and smuggling. yes i kidnapped a few teenage boys and kept them captive for about a year.

as the guards took me to the prison bus, i thought of my reasons why i did these things. probably to .. make me better about what happened when i was a chil— “mrs byunha get on the bus!” jeez okay. i got onto the smelly and rusty bus ,that i don't want sleep in, and sat down onto the leathery seat next to another prisoner. his name was park gongchan, a former military soldier that went on a killing spree when he was japan. “back at jail again huh chan”, i jokingly asked him as he was looking out the window. “oh hush”, i laughed and turned back to the guard staring right at me. typical thing to happen when im near cops.

20 minutes later...

finally we are here, at hell.
i got out of the bus as the guard instructed but stopped me near the gate while everyone else was entering, “turn around”. i rolled my dark brown eyes and turned around only to feel the handcuffs come off... what. “the judge said to keep the handcuffs because she knows that you will strangle someone to death with them”, said the old guard. damn it mrs. park.
i continued to walk into the prison and stood in line but .. i was pulled out of the line forcefully. “you belong in a more secure cell missy”, said the female guard that is now staring into my soul. i was then brought to a cell that looks easy to break out.

It had no bars, just glass.

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